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Chapter 564: Battle with the Flower Thief 4

Chapter 564: Battle with the Flower Thief 4

"Since the Illusion Realm can’t kill you, let me do it personally," said Flower Butterfly with a fierce tone. As soon as the words fell, she violently shook her body and charged over. Her pink spiritual power spread over her hands, filled with intense murderous intent.

Leng Xuan coldly snorted and met her head-on. However, this time he did not use Defying Heaven Art, but instead unleashed the Jiuyang Divine Art. Blazing flames instantly burst forth from his body, immediately raising the surrounding temperature significantly.

The pink spiritual power seemed to be a Yin force, which immediately drew back upon encountering Leng Xuan’s fiery Yang power. Flower Butterfly was taken aback, clearly not expecting the opponent’s flames to be so formidable as to suppress her spiritual power.

However, after her initial surprise, Flower Butterfly’s face revealed a fierce and ferocious expression. Even if the opponent’s Fierce Flame suppressed her spiritual power, what did it matter? Her own strength was far greater than his. With this thought, she fully activated her spiritual power, continuously pouring it out.

Leng Xuan, relying on the counteractive power of the Jiuyang Divine Art, was barely able to fight to a draw with Flower Butterfly, but her sudden increase in spiritual power made him start to struggle. He silently sighed, realizing that such a disparity in strength was indeed impossible to overcome. It was lucky that he had the two powerful Cultivation Techniques, Defying Heaven Art and Jiuyang Divine Art, to rely on; otherwise, he would have already been defeated.

Clenching his teeth, Leng Xuan persisted through Flower Butterfly’s storm-like onslaught with great difficulty. His sweat had long soaked through his clothes, but he dared not relax for even a moment, otherwise, he would be facing death.

Despite his arduous resistance, the drain on his strength made Leng Xuan’s defense increasingly difficult. Suddenly, Flower Butterfly found an opening and struck, hitting Leng Xuan directly. The massive impact sent him flying several meters back.

"Kid, you’re not bad, but you’re still far from my level," Flower Butterfly sneered coldly. "So, just accept your death obediently."

Struggling to get up from the ground, Leng Xuan pressed a hand to his chest as blood streamed from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Flower Butterfly, smugly triumphant, and with a burst of determination through the intense pain, he said, "It’s not over yet."

"You won’t cry until you see the coffin, eh? Fine, I will oblige you." Flower Butterfly scoffed with disdain and circulated her spiritual power, striking towards Leng Xuan again, this time determined to kill him with a single blow.

However, Leng Xuan, facing Flower Butterfly’s attack, did not dodge or evade. On the contrary, he drove his body forward to meet the attack without any defense. Flower Butterfly was inwardly perplexed. Had this boy gone mad? He was openly courting death.

But when Flower Butterfly’s murder-laden palm was about to land on Leng Xuan’s chest, the corners of his lips curved slightly upward, with a faint smile. A sudden chilling sensation echoed in Flower Butterfly’s heart, giving rise to an ominous feeling.

At that moment, as Flower Butterfly struck, Leng Xuan swiftly moved and plunged the Soul-devouring Needle he was clutching between his fingertips into her body. In a flash, Flower Butterfly felt her spiritual power and essence pouring out like floodwaters through an open gate, rapidly depleting. She was horrified. What was this? Frantically trying to retreat, she found Leng Xuan gripping her hand tightly, preventing her escape.

Finally, Flower Butterfly realized that the thin needle Leng Xuan had stabbed into her body was causing all this havoc. What was this thing that could devour a person’s essence and spiritual power? But at that moment, she had no time to ponder further as she struck Leng Xuan’s arm fiercely with a knife-like hand, trying desperately to make him release her hand.